Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 172 Don't lose your temper with me

Mo Han brought a gust of cold wind and stopped in front of Chu Yang. The hair on Chu Yang's forehead was blown tousled by the wind, blocking her view.

He raised his white fingers with long sleeves, gently brushed her hair, and carefully tucked it behind her ears.

The cold fingertips pinched Chuyang's delicate and white jade earballs, and gently kneaded them, with an intimate gesture that did not violate harmony.

The fingertip moved lightly, and landed on her somewhat red and swollen cheek again, Mo Han's eyes became evil and cold.

"Does it still hurt?"

Chu Yang's body trembled slightly, his brows were slightly frowned, and he stared at him with some displeasure.

"What do you think? Why doesn't it hurt?" She asked in a deep voice.

Mo Han pursed his lips, a trace of pity flashed across his eyes, and he stroked gently again.

"Don't worry, I will help you get it back. Get it back ten times, a hundred times..."

"No, I'll get it back myself, I don't need your help..." Chu Yang pushed his hand away and refused in a cold voice.

Mo Han turned a deaf ear to it, as if he didn't feel Chu Yang's warning gaze, he gently curled his lips, his eyes were deep and hid the scorching heat.

"Be good... don't be willful, don't lose your temper with me. Whatever you want, just do it, I won't hinder you, I will be your strong backing..."

Chu Yang's heart choked, and he unconsciously clenched his palms.

"Mo Han..."

She had just called his name when Mo Han stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms.

Chu Yang froze, struggled quickly, gritted his teeth and said angrily in a low voice: "Let me go, there's no need to drag me..."

Mo Han carried an irresistible toughness.

"If you don't hold you, how can you be your backing?"

"I don't need your backing..." Chu Yang gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice.

"I didn't discuss it, I have to have it if I don't want it..." Mo Han was determined not to let go of Chu Yang, and snorted in a low voice, and his hands around Chu Yang's waist tightened even more.

In Liangcheng, so many women dreamed of getting involved with him, trying their best to seek his protection.

Who knows, she doesn't want to give it away for free, and she doesn't care at all?
Mo Han was angry and angry, but he couldn't bear to show her bad face.

A pair of eyes full of frost slowly wandered and swept around.

A bunch of women hurt his eyes, really hot eyes, and then he turned cold.

His eyes darkened, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Just now who wanted to put Chu Yang to death and make her disappear in Cangshan?"

There was silence all around, no one dared to speak.

The suffocating air, with traces of fear flowing, is like a purgatory, ready to judge life and death at any time, and fall into the dark Avici Hell.

Chu Yang no longer broke free from Mo Han's arm, knowing that he couldn't break free, so he simply saved the effort.

Seeing that no one said anything, and no one dared to respond to Mo Han's questioning, she cast her cold eyes on Qiao Ke'er, who was pale and bloodless not far away.

At this moment, Qiao Ke'er was tightly wrapped in a thin bathrobe, her face was pale and haggard, and she was somewhat pitifully charming.

Qiao Ke'er's eyes flickered, she stared at Mo Han, hesitated to speak, and didn't say a word several times.

Chu Yang raised his brows, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he hooked his lips into a smile, and said loudly, "Mr. Mo, as for who wanted me to disappear from Cangshan Mountain, I won't mention this topic for now. As long as I think of it, Mrs. Cheng will be killed." With one hand, it feels horrible. What a bloody, terrifying scene... Teacher Qiao, tell me, isn't that scene scary just thinking about it?"

(End of this chapter)